“Yo, you coming right?” Texted Connor, my high school friend, while i was practicing for my boxing match

“No.” My reply was immediate and short, and of course, Connor nagged me about going to the damn halloween party with him which was hosting one of our classmates. I didnt even have a costume, how was i supposed to go? But the bastard was too pushy, so yeah, i gave in too easy

And i knew who will be there too.

Hate is a strong word. But Im not to scared use it while mentioning her, my dear enemy Val. I don’t even know why she started to hate me. I’m a calm, quiet but a very cool and popular dude in this high school. I always mind my own business or chill with my buddies, but how can i get on her nerves so much? Maybe because I’m handsome? Or bc im liked by many people and she’s just jealous? Or because i drew poops in her copybook with sparkles in 3rd grade? She dont know herself, but she sure as well dont want to get along with me. Actually once I was mean to her but i didnt mean it, i guess she took it personally. well good luck then, im not running after her.

I chose a simple costume, an orange costume for prisoners which were used in Alcatraz prison back in 1934. Yeah, i loved that kind of stuff

So me and my buddies were just chilling at the party, drinking beer and talking, not really interested in dancing or anything, but then my eyes landed on her.Was it a coincidence that she wore a policewoman costume while i wore a prisoner costume?